23. Candice
Chapter 23
W ork was going well this morning, I had already sent off two finalized images for approval so I could mark them off my to-be-finished art list. Two more were inked and awaiting color, and I had actually managed to go through all my messages and was caught up. That part was easier than I thought it would be, a few people asking how things were going after Sunny, and how my car was doing. Three people asking about their owed images, and Wishbone, again, offering me money. It feels really awkward–and I don’t want to be rude, because I really do appreciate it–but I just can’t take it.
I was feeling pretty fucking good about myself.
Standing up to stretch, I head to the kitchen to get some water. Otherwise Jacks will nag me for not staying hydrated. Refilling my tumbler, I stretch out on the couch, just to rest my eyes for a few minutes since I’ve been staring at the screen for the last few hours.
Is it dumb to miss Jacks?
We see each other at least every few days, or at least talk, but I miss the snuggles, and how good it felt last week waking up surrounded by the whole pack. It never occurred to me that I could want that, but it just felt so right.
Of course, what happened with Gabe afterwards was also amazing. I’m not sure if he understood that I hadn’t been with anyone else. I have toys, and I can’t exactly say I was a virgin, not in the traditional sense since I’ve had to use toys when I get my heats, even on the suppressants. But he felt better than any toy I have ever had.
He wasn’t really any bigger than my toys, but it was definitely a full body experience, having him wrapped around me while he was inside me. And, yeah, I’ll admit, I can totally see what the big deal is about knotting now. My legs were like jelly afterwards, and I had to fight myself to get out of bed and leave. Which isn’t fair to Iggy or my customers, but it was just so good.
And I'm not going to lie to myself and say that I’m not looking forward to the next sleepover, for sex as much as the cuddles I never knew I wanted, that I never knew could be that good.
It is the strangest thing. I feel bad that I don’t feel bad about wanting Jacks and Xan, too, and of course Leo. I mean, I had sex with Gabe, and while it is common knowledge that Omegas have more than one mate, I still feel awkward about wanting them all, worried that I won’t be enough to satisfy them all, or make them as happy as they make me. Of course it’s less of a worry with Jacks and Xan, they have each other already, and fuck me, I want to be a part of that.
I mean, I’ve drawn plenty of guys together for commissions, but there is just something about those two that makes me shiver—makes me wonder what it would be like to have both their hands on me at the same time.
The way Jacks kissed me, it was more intense and feral than Gabe, it lit every nerve on fire with how much he wanted me. Then Xan…the two of them are beautiful together. I rarely use that term when describing men, they’re attractive, or sexy, or handsome–but even when they were fucking, almost primal, you could feel their connection, and I wanted to be part of it.
I’m starting to realize that while I’ve been thinking about them, my hands are wandering. My breathing erratic and a slick warmth between my thighs. I rub them together and sure enough, I am wet just thinking about how they looked. I might as well release some pressure, since I am taking a break, so I let my hands roam as I play out the fantasy that’s in my head already.
We’re in the nest that Jacks made me, he’s in front of me, with Xan pressed to his back, nipping at his neck and shoulder, his tongue tracing along the lean cords of muscle that stand out as Jacks’ head tilts back. I lean forward, biting his collar bone, and then letting my lips follow the path of Xan’s hand down over Jacks’ chest and stomach. Stopping briefly to lave my tongue over his pierced nipple, before I kiss a line down to his hips. Gently biting his hip bone and then sucking on the skin there before Xan cups my jaw, gently guiding my lips to Jack’s shaft. I trace my tongue from root to tip, lapping over the slit, then going lower to suck gently on the thicker swell near the base, trailing kisses and licks up and down until Jacks is moaning and rolling his hips against me.
His hands are twisted in my hair, gripping tight, but not trying to force me to move in any way. I look up to see him staring down at me, Xan’s hands holding his hips, holding firm while he thrusts against Jacks’ ass.
“Little Lion,” he calls me, though I don’t know why. I never imagined myself particularly fierce.
“Come here, I want to taste you.” His hands gripping my arms pull me up the bed, stopping when we are eye level, so I can kiss him again. Jacks kisses in a frenzy, all nipping teeth, and tongue, and passion. He rolls me onto my back to cage my head with his arms as he devours every gasp and moan that’s drawn from my lips.
I hear Xan grumbling at the change in position before he is there too, pushing Jacks down to my neck so he can take my mouth. He’s less fervent with long slow sweeps of his tongue, but there is no less passion in it.
Jacks is biting my neck, not hard enough to break skin, but there will definitely be marks. One hand wanders down my body, tracking the line of my breast, plucking at my nipple, and cupping my waist before he drops his chest between my thighs. It’s not the pressure I want, not the rolling rhythm I crave, but his warm body still feels delicious, and the kisses trailing down my chest and stomach have me squirming.
Xan pulls back so I can look down as Jacks slowly peels off my panties, raising his torso and my hips, to slide them down my legs. All the nerve endings in my body are on fire, as Xan takes one nipple into this hot mouth, sucking and biting gently, while rolling the other in his fingers. I can’t see Jacks anymore, but I can feel him, his fingers tracing up my thighs, and his warm breath against my core.
“Jacks…Please!” I cry out, feeling like I am going to combust if he doesn’t use his fingers or tongue on me soon. He chuckles, “needy Little Lion, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Then his mouth is on me, his tongue taking one long stroke from core to clit, before his lips wrap around it and suck.
My hips jerk and buck on their own, and my hand scrambles to find purchase in his hair. Jacks brings his fingers up, thrusting two of them into my hot center, and I am so wet it makes an obscene squelching noise.
I look for Xan and he’s kneeling above my head, watching as his mate makes me shake in pleasure. I reach out my other hand, finding his hot hard length, I begin to stroke him in time with the trust of Jacks’ fingers, until his head falls back and he moans.
“Oh, Fuck, Little Lion, you taste so good. But I need to feel you come.” Jacks’ breath is a harsh pant against my core as his fingers continue to stroke in and out of me. He punctuates each word with a tongue flick against my sensitive nub until I am squirming on the edge of release. I can’t make out what he’s saying, just words mumbled against my core, between his wicked tongue stroking and teasing me.
Then I’m falling, blowing apart only to be put back together again, my hips jerking spasmodically against his fingers and mouth.
When I recover Jacks is looking up at me, wiping my juices from lips and chin, and his eyes flick up to meet Xan’s in silent communication before both their hands are on me, lifting and turning me till I am on my hands and knees between them, Xan in front of me, his straining erection inches from my face, and Jacks at my back, his hard length pressed against my core.
Xan strokes my cheek, looking down at me,“Open wide, Pretty Lady.” And I do, letting him slide into my mouth, his salty flavor bursting across my tongue. I feel Jacks’ lining himself up against my still weeping core, sliding up and down, gathering moisture. He grabs my hips with both hands and slams into me hard, pulling me back, and away from Xan. Then they move my body. I am still loose and pliant from my own orgasm as Jacks’ hands on my hips shift me back and forth almost off of his cock, until I am nearly choking on Xan’s.
Forward and back, Xan’s hand is still holding my jaw lightly, but I can feel the tremble in it as he wraps it behind my head, and twisting my hair around his fist, now helping Jacks shuttle my body between them. Jacks’ fingers digging into my flesh as his hips thrust against mine every time he pulls me back. My eyes water with every push forward onto Xan’s length as it slides to the back of my throat. Their combined moans filling the nest along with the sound of slapping flesh.
“Fuck, Omega, I’m–Fuck!” Xan shouts, his hot seed coating my tongue in spurts. I try to swallow it, but there is so much, combined with his still thrusting cock that some dribbles around his length and drips off my chin.
My second orgasm blindsides me, barreling up my spine with no warning until I’m clenching down hard on Jacks, and crying out my release around Xan’s still hard length. Jacks’ hands tighten to the point of leaving bruises and I feel his knot slam against my entrance, once, twice, and then he comes too. Pressed as tightly as he can be, without knotting me, hot jets of seed splash my inner walls, before I collapse in a boneless heap between my alphas.
The phone ringing jars me out of my fantasy, and I pick it up with my not sticky hand. I don’t bother checking the caller ID, almost no one has my number, and I haven’t gotten around to putting the garage or vet clinic numbers in my phone. “Hello?”
“You Fucking Slut! What’re you doing with them, you're mine!”
I slam the end call button, finally looking at the number–Private Call.
The phone rings again, and I hit ignore.
What the fucking hell.
I need to call Jacks or Gabe, one of my alphas.
The phone rings again, and I can’t even look at it. I just…I need…
I wrap myself in my blanket.
If I just don’t answer…if I wait until they stop, I can call Jacks to come over, and he’ll stay with me until I feel better.
My toes curl under as I pull the blanket farther over my head, rocking back and forth. The phone rings again, and a high whine starts in my chest.
I slide off the couch, away from my phone and run to my nest. I know no one is coming out of the phone to get me–but the sound of it is sending me into a spiral, and I feel safer there, even though my logical brain knows that’s all crazy.
My logical brain also knows I keep a baseball bat, a small club, and a few stabby knives under my nest, so it probably is at least a little safer.
I’m not sure how long I’m huddled there, long enough for my breath to slow down and my pulse to stop racing as much. The phone rings twice more, I can hear it from here, but I didn’t bring it with me. I should probably go call Jacks now that I have myself under control. I pull out my club and shuffle my way back to the living room, picking up my phone. It rings again and I scream, dropping it back on the couch, until I realize that the number on the screen is Jacks.
I scramble to answer, “Thank goodness, where are you? I need you.”
I can hear a car horn honking in the background, and someone yelling, Xan if I had to take a guess. “Are you ok, Candice? What happened?”
“I just…I need you, please. Can you come get me, I don’t…I don’t want to be a bother.” Now that I hear his voice, my tight control is fading and I can feel myself cracking again–my eyes burning with the need to cry.
“Little Lion, you’re never a bother. Xan and I are already on our way over. We’ll be there as soon as we can, ok. Just…stay inside, keep the doors locked. It should only be a few more minutes. Can you stay on the phone with me, talk to me until we get there? So I know you're safe?”
Warmth swells in my chest, I do feel safer just talking to them. My breathing is easier hearing any of their voices. Jacks keeps talking, and while I am focused on his voice, he is mostly talking about meal planning and going to the grocery store, and mundane things that help me stabilize and calm down.
A thought occurs to me, “So, wait, why were you on your way over before I called?”
The line goes quiet, and I hear Xan in the background, “Yeah man, wanna tell her why you were going to her house earlier?” He sounds like he is trying to make a joke, but the tension is still heavy in his voice.
“Ok, honey, we’re pulling up in your driveway now, can you come let us in?” Jacks’ voice is softer now, and I don’t hear as much background noise. I open my doorbell camera and wait until I see them, before rushing to unlock everything and throwing myself at Jacks. He pulls me close as he and Xan rush inside. Picking me up he carries me to the couch, and snuggles me into his lap. Purring loudly, his hands run over me, looking for any damage or injury .
Once he's satisfied himself that I’m safe he just holds me, swaying and purring. Xan walks around the house, looking in my office and the bathroom, sticking his head in my nest, and sniffing, before coming back to the couch and sitting beside Jacks, his hand finally coming to rest on my knee as Jacks continues to rock me back and forth.
Xan rubs his hand in circles on my leg, “Ok, brief explanation. I came home from work to clean up, Jacks was perving on you, and then we saw you looking upset and rushed over.” I’m still a little stuck on the part of Jacks perving on me, and turn my questioning eyes to him. He looks at me, then flicks his gaze up to my bookcase, where I have a security camera aimed at the living room in case anyone breaks in through the back door.
“How…um…how did you get access to that camera, and how long were you watching?” I can feel the heat in my cheeks and ears now, as embarrassment floods me.
Taking pity on me, or trying to save Jacks from my wrath, Xan abruptly stands up. “Ok, grab a bag with a couple changes of clothes, and your lizard…you can tell us what happened on the way back to the house, then I really need to get back to work.”